Owain

Bucky
Brutal groove and wicked blues meet unrelenting heavy. We may have found the cure for some sort of undiscovered disease. This is gnarly. Soaked in sludge, baked in heavy blues with a fuzzy distortion off the charts.
Favorite track: Amber Elle.

Take me.
Smother me in the dark.
Darkness of my blurred sight.
Product of my desire.

You break me,
take demons away with time.
Embrace me,
claim my thoughts and you decide.
Just strip me.
Nobody will criticize.
Please make me
the happiest man alive.

Let go my soul
down low this hole.

I thought i was free.
You don't care for me.
Can't get off your grasp.
You don't have to ask.

Track Name: Ocran Gods

Ocran Gods

Worship your god
with his sword of dynamite
riding a horse from the east
for your eyes to delight.

Praise his battles,
tell the stories of his victories,
theach the spawn to immitate,
sing songs of prominence.

You show love and respect.
You fear his anger and rage.
One taste of his creation
you desire.

Fatheful to one and hateful to others,
you must guard his domains,
you must carol his songs,
you must dress the same clothes
you must ride the same horse,
you must show admiration.
He will show you no love.